The Ghostbuster and the Almighty Man

After speaking, he turned his head to see Wei Yan.

I haven't seen Wei Yan for a long time, and his handsome and handsome face has added a little more handsomeness. Looking at him up close, he still couldn't find any blemishes on his face, his skin was delicate, his pores were almost invisible, his facial features were tough and there was no hint of femininity.

"I'm not afraid of cold." Finally, thin red lips opened slightly.

The voice was hoarse in the morning, with some texture. Zheng Quzhi realized that he really liked Wei Yan’s voice. He always wanted to coax him to say more, so he said again: "What are you afraid of cold? Look at you. It's cold all over."

As he said, he leaned his hand on Wei Yan.

The hand stopped on his waist, as expected, it was a cold piece. This person is cold in the summer, but won't he be a icy tuft in the winter?

I don't know how this human body can be like this. If the summer is good, the air conditioner for walking should be more comfortable and comfortable, but in winter, this person can feel the cold several meters away.

Suddenly, Zheng Quzhi moved for a while.

Wei Yan's stiffness was almost visible with the naked eye. Thinking of Wei Yan's dislike of being touched by others, Zheng Qu confided and retracted his hand. It didn't take a few seconds to think of Wei Yan's pulling herself up again, and then she felt that she might be thinking too much.

"I'm not cold, you go out."

When he was embarrassed and didn't know what to say, Wei Yan's voice sounded again, with a little alienation.

Zheng Quzhi sank his face, and just about to sneer him, he sneezed loudly and drooled over Wei Yan's face.

Wei Yan: "..."

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

For a long time, the room fell silent.

In the end, Zheng Quzhi took the lead in breaking this awkward atmosphere, reaching out and wiping the saliva on Wei Yan's face, and said, "I didn't mean it."

There are already some nasal sounds while speaking, and the cold tends to get worse. He couldn't help but sniffed again, rejoicing that he didn't shake his nose just now.

"Cai Qian has cold medicine." Wei Yan stretched out his hand and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, "I'm unwell, you can go out."

Unwell?

Zheng Quzhi glanced at Wei Yan's face, and was slightly surprised when he saw that he was a little pale as expected: "Are you uncomfortable? Where is it?"

After a pause, remembering that he and Wei Yan were beaten several times in the illusion, he couldn't help but raise his heart: "Is it because of the illusion?"

But why did he wake up with nothing but a cold this time? On the contrary, I feel that I have some power in my body, and I feel energetic even if I have a cold.

"Yeah." Wei Yan replied in a low voice, her eyelashes trembling with a pitiful appearance.

After hesitating for a while, Zheng Quzhi sat up, picked up his clothes and exposed his back to Wei Yan, and said, "Are all my injuries gone?"

He watched it several times in front, and there was no trace, and he didn't know if the welts on his back were still there. Didn’t the book say that if it was injured inside, it would double in reality?

Wei Yan quickly looked away, and coughed, "Nothing."

Hearing the affirmative answer, Zheng Quzhi opened the quilt to pull Wei Yan's clothes: "Let me see if yours is ready..."

Wei Yan was taken aback, and Zheng Quzhi had already provoked a corner of his clothes when he reacted. His face changed suddenly, and he quickly pressed Zheng Quzhi's hand: "Get away!"

This was the first time Wei Yan had said such a heavy word to Zheng Quzhi. Zheng Quzhi squinted his eyes, a ruthless expression ignited in his eyes. Immediately, her long leg was pressed against Wei Yan's thigh, and the other hand quickly picked up another place of clothing.

After Zheng Quzhi's eyes touched the bruise, the fierce intent in Zheng Quzhi's eyes froze and turned into a shock.

Wei Yan's hand was on his wrist, his voice was cold, and he repeated: "Go away!"

Zheng Quzhi gritted his teeth and continued to pick up his clothes vigorously. Without paying attention to Wei Yan's abdominal muscles, Zheng Quzhi focused his attention on the bruises and welts on Wei Yan's body. Up and down, there were almost no good spots, and even a few spots were still bleeding out.

"You..." Zheng Quzhi took a breath, bowed his head and stared at him, staring at his tight chin and said: "Why is your injury so serious? What about Cai Qian! Doesn't he have medicine?"

After watching Zheng Quzhi for a moment, Wei Yan turned his face to the beginning with a cold face. This person completed the corpse wish twice, and got a little more spiritual energy, which made him feel helpless when he was in a weak state.

"Don't stop talking." Seeing Wei Yan's speechless, Zheng Qu slapped angrily, "How did you live so big? Don't tell me if you have any injuries, or take medicine, what's wrong? You? I want to wait for it to be good!"

"Go down." Wei Yan moved and said coldly with his jaw tight.

Seeing Wei Yan's a little angry look, Zheng Quzhi stayed silently, only then did he remember that he was still sitting on someone. A few months ago, he even offered Wei Yan as a god, but now, he actually put down the flower of Gaoling...

What a sin...

Taking advantage of the trend, Zheng Quzhi pulled up the quilt and continued to cover the two people, saying: "I care about you. Although you are moody, you have helped me so many times. I treat you as a brother. ..."

"I don't have a brother, and I don't need it." Wei Yan interrupted him coldly, got up expressionlessly, and lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

Upon seeing this, Zheng Quzhi's eyelids jumped, stretched out his upper arm to hook Wei Yan's waist and drag him back. He also never thought that he could really drag Wei Yan back, but he didn't expect that things were a little bit beyond his imagination.

Wei Yan was caught by this hook, and the whole person fell in Zheng Quzhi's direction, and fell into Zheng Quzhi's arms at once.

"Mr--"

Cai Qian's voice suddenly sounded, and before the person on the bed could make any reaction or action, the door was pushed open from the outside. Cai Qian's voice stopped abruptly, and the room fell into weird silence.

A few seconds later, Cai Qian's beard-covered face instantly rose to the color of pig liver, and the meat on his face trembled, as if to contain something. Just about to get out, I saw Zheng Quzhi's hand tightly around his waist with sharp eyes, and then looked at his unnatural posture. The scene before him instantly changed its nature.

"Sir!" With a roar, Cai Qian rushed over again, and before both of them on the bed had a reaction, he pulled Zheng Quzhi out of the bed, raised his fist and was about to pass.

"Cai Yao!" He shouted sharply, accompanied by a thump.

Zheng Quzhi: "..."

Cai Qian: "..."

Looking at Wei Yan who fell from the bed, Zheng Qu knew that the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. It took him a long time to cover his eyes, and said with a smile: "Ah, I didn't see anything, Mr. Wei, I'm leaving now!"

After speaking, he quickly broke away from Cai Qian who had been stunned and ran away.

Wei Yan's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot, staring at the clean and reflective floor for a long while, he got up from the ground with a calm face, bent down and patted the non-existent dust, his eyebrows were coldly raised: "Get out."

Cai Qian swallowed, and quickly rolled out, closing the door cautiously when he arrived.

Just when I was about to find Zheng Quzhi to settle the account, my husband's voice sounded in the house again: "Go to the store and get his clothes back."

Cai Qi paused, but couldn't figure it out: Isn't this Qi Xu's business?